It's Burger Fest weekend in Seymour. There will be celebrations in town tomorrow but I will be off because this weekend is also the Humungus Fungus Festival in Crystal Falls, Michigan and Gary wants to be there. Tonight, however, was my annual date at the hot air balloon rally with Evan and Those People He Lives With as Gary describes my little family.
Before we even got to the balloon field, Evan told me he had a secret. It was something he had been practicing all week. He had finally learned to ride a bike. He is eight, but he lives in the city and never had the chance to really work on it. Now there is no stopping him. His bike is too small now so I suspect he will have another at Christmas.
Then it was off to the liftoff which was late, because of the wind. By 6:45 the wind died down and we in the audience of thousands on lawn chairs and blanket waved the balloons off as they went over our heads.
Evan was too excited about his bike so his daddy took him to the parking lot to ride around some more. By the end of the day he had a scabbed and bloody knee. Isn't that part of the process? I told him it made him look like a tough guy. He said he would rather look like a smart guy.
The sun set and it was time for the glow. Nine balloons sat in the field, lighting up the night with their burners as they towered over the audience below. I'll let the photos speak:
Tomorrow, a giant fungus and the next night the Perseid Meteor Showers. We're packing a lot into a weekend.
Before we even got to the balloon field, Evan told me he had a secret. It was something he had been practicing all week. He had finally learned to ride a bike. He is eight, but he lives in the city and never had the chance to really work on it. Now there is no stopping him. His bike is too small now so I suspect he will have another at Christmas.
Then it was off to the liftoff which was late, because of the wind. By 6:45 the wind died down and we in the audience of thousands on lawn chairs and blanket waved the balloons off as they went over our heads.
The sun set and it was time for the glow. Nine balloons sat in the field, lighting up the night with their burners as they towered over the audience below. I'll let the photos speak:
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